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You're looking down upon us With loathing and indifference From ancient rotting spires The plebians, misguided, and a tithe our only value You were not content... - The Great Betrayal
Bleeding! Dying! How life! Is now! Stuck and Lying! To my conscience! How could I betrayed this? Now I, Watch you play the victim, Does it, Even really matter ...
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